Drunken Love

Prologue

Prologue

Love is not something I ever pictured for myself. When I was a child, I envisioned myself growing old alone and my funeral with very few people there to remember my life. The reason for these tragic thoughts would be because of my abusive, alcoholic father and my stepmother who hated me more than I ever thought possible. My mother had long vanished from my life when I was just three years of age from a terrible car accident, which gave me an ugly scar on my left shoulder. Soon after her death, my father met Diana and quickly married her despite her annoying habits and hatred towards me. They only good part of that ordeal was Jeremy, my step brother who is three years younger than I am, who actually has always liked me and treated me better than anyone else.

I grew up in Montello, Nevada with a population of only 515 people. Most everyone knew each other and all gossip around the town was never news to anyone except the very rare visitors who would pass through for gas and food. I hate living here where it is always hot and seeing the same people every single day of my life. The same stupid teenagers making fun of the others that they thought didn't fit in, the same teachers having the same class pets, the same thing every day and never once changing ever since the beginning of time. Jeremy and I both want out of this small town more than anything in the world.

I have always dreamed of becoming a dancer and being a perfect ballerina living in penthouse on the top floor of a magnificent building. Of course, these are just fantasies I do not expect to be fulfilled. All during my senior year of high school, I took every opportunity to apply for all the arts school I could possibly think of in this country or even abroad with the help of Jeremy. My father, of course thinks my dreams are ludicrous and practically forces me to work towards a more promising career like a doctor or a nurse mainly so I could provide him with the money he thinks he deserves. On my eighteenth birthday, I quickly decide to check the mail on my way home from my job as a waiter at a local café in town. I flip through the letters finding my name on only one envelope.

Miss Victoria Evans

123 North Creek Dr.

Montello, Nevada 89830

I open the letter with shaky hands as I see the Julliard School of Arts logo on the top corner of the professional stationary. I gasp reading that I have been accepted into the school with a full scholarship and that I am to be at campus by August 10th in order to get everything in place for my first term. I read that they watched my audition tape that Jeremy put together by in a matter of weeks and thought that I have great potential to be a fantastic dancer. I ran up the driveway and into the house frowning when I see my stepmother on the couch with the phone up to her ear like always. I roll my eyes tossing the rest of the mail on the coffee table and go up the stairs to Jeremy's room to tell him the news.

Only a few short weeks later, I begin to pack my things to leave for New York City ignoring the constant abuse from my father, the yells from my mother all for trying to do what I want. They keep telling me that I will be back soon and will have to beg them to be able to live here again.

"You will just be shown that you're nothing compared to the other students. You'll be back in a month." My father, George hisses at the dinner table the night before I leave taking a large gulp of his whiskey.

"She won't be able to make it, I bet. She'll cry to come home once she sees the big city." My stepmother, Diana says rolling her eyes as she eats her meal and sips her wine.

I cannot wait to get out of here. I think and finish my plate excusing myself from the table to go upstairs to finish packing the last of my things. I sit on my bed and sigh softly looking around the small room unable to feel any sadness about leaving here in just matter of hours.